Greenmantle - John Buchan
Greenmantle es la segunda de las cinco novelas de John Buchan con el personaje de Richard Hannay , publicado por primera vez en 1916 por Hodder & Stoughton , Londres . Es una de las dos novelas de Hannay ambientadas durante la Primera Guerra Mundial , la otra es el Sr. Standfast (1919); La primera y más conocida aventura de Hannay, The Thirty-Nine Steps (1915), se desarrolla en el período inmediatamente anterior a la guerra.
Greenmantle es la segunda de las cinco novelas de John Buchan con el personaje de Richard Hannay , publicado por primera vez en 1916 por Hodder & Stoughton , Londres . Es una de las dos novelas de Hannay ambientadas durante la Primera Guerra Mundial , la otra es el Sr. Standfast (1919); La primera y más conocida aventura de Hannay, The Thirty-Nine Steps (1915), se desarrolla en el período inmediatamente anterior a la guerra.
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a poor cold place,' said Peter, 'not worth fighting for. There is only one white<br />
man's land, and that is South Africa.' At the time I heartily agreed with him.<br />
I remember that, sitting on the edge of my bed, I took stock of our position. It<br />
was not very cheering. We seemed to have been amassing enemies at a furious<br />
pace. First of all, there was Rasta, whom I had insulted and who wouldn't forget<br />
it in a hurry. He had his crowd of Turkish riff-raff and was bound to get us<br />
sooner or later. Then there was the maniac in the skin hat. He didn't like Rasta,<br />
and I made a guess that he and his weird friends were of some party hostile to<br />
the Young Turks. But, on the other hand, he didn't like us, and there would be<br />
bad trouble the next time we met him. Finally, there was Stumm and the German<br />
Government. It could only be a matter of hours at the best before he got the<br />
Rustchuk authorities on our trail. It would be easy to trace us from Chataldja,<br />
and once they had us we were absolutely done. There was a big black dossier<br />
against us, which by no conceivable piece of luck could be upset.<br />
It was very clear to me that, unless we could find sanctuary and shed all our<br />
various pursuers during this day, we should be done in for good and all. But<br />
where on earth were we to find sanctuary? We had neither of us a word of the<br />
language, and there was no way I could see of taking on new characters. For that<br />
we wanted friends and help, and I could think of none anywhere. Somewhere, to<br />
be sure, there was Blenkiron, but how could we get in touch with him? As for<br />
Sandy, I had pretty well given him up. I always thought his enterprise the<br />
craziest of the lot and bound to fail. He was probably somewhere in Asia Minor,<br />
and a month or two later would get to Constantinople and hear in some pothouse<br />
the yarn of the two wretched Dutchmen who had disappeared so soon<br />
from men's sight.<br />
That rendezvous at Kuprasso's was no good. It would have been all right if<br />
we had got here unsuspected, and could have gone on quietly frequenting the<br />
place till Blenkiron picked us up. But to do that we wanted leisure and secrecy,<br />
and here we were with a pack of hounds at our heels. The place was horribly<br />
dangerous already. If we showed ourselves there we should be gathered in by<br />
Rasta, or by the German military police, or by the madman in the skin cap. It<br />
was a stark impossibility to hang about on the off-chance of meeting Blenkiron.<br />
I reflected with some bitterness that this was the 17th day of January, the day<br />
of our assignation. I had had high hopes all the way down the Danube of meeting<br />
with Blenkiron—for I knew he would be in time—of giving him the information